aghast, I'd not seen her for ages

a ghost of love my mind engages

but fate had turned cruel pages

beauty once soared from these features

hottest among human creatures

Nefertiti of love's teachers

still young, my experience rare

she'd flown me gently to her lair

the first woman I witnessed bare

two hawks preen on a pyramid

pecking morsels of new killed k...

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she sells veg at

a market stall

red raw flesh is not her bag at all

shuddering at

a carcase hung

spring lambs slaughtered far too young

inconsistent,

she likes my meat

licks and sucks and chews it neat

often rare if

I worked away

then it hardly leaves her mouth all day

when it's overdone

meat makes her sore

but ointment brings her back ...

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nothing's certain anymore,

I dont know what matters,

confusion paints my head,

my inhibitions lie in tatters

I've found that special one

for whom I'd long yearned

to make up for those times

I'd had my fingers burned

always terrified of women,

felt they were over-sexed,

averse to the physical side,

passion left me perplexed

seemed safer to keep awa...

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raining cats and dogs outside

Ron's too heavy, nearly fainting

ceiling's cracked and peeling

needs plastering and painting

never enjoyed sex, orgasms

gave me  not a second look

up there that web of cracks

is not unlike reading a book

he's pumping like a good 'un

I nearly dropped off to sleep

surveying spidery fissures

a bit like counting sheep

mem...

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That inner limb was lacking

A sense of right and wrong

Like a pane without glass

A melody without a song

You possessed virtues of sorts,

Were, not by any means, all bad,

Yet I remember you only for

The conscience you never had

Fissures materialised where

The inner self was displayed

Skeletons in your cupboard

Facade aside, were betrayed

Good times...

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Things had stalled then tapered off

For Bill and Gwen had reached the stage

Where sex is what other people do

When love has turned its final page

Salad days gone and keen to downsize

They found a bungalow, cheap they said,

It had leaky flashing and woodworm

Above all, a full-length gilt mirror over the bed

That first night under a wrinkled reflection

As the pai...

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